Melancholic Gamer Haze

Oh-oh. Rain tapping on the window, indoor. It's rather humming

low at Oakus Eco. Controller arm and low. Oh-oh.

City lights bleeding through the glass bridge. Coffee's getting cold. Hours pass me.

Pixel worlds glow across my face. In this quiet I found my place.

Books stacked high beside my chair. Nobody knows I'm sitting here. Lost in the

levels, drowning in the screen. Rain falls like static

on this lonely scene. Controller in my hands. Thoughts drift away.

In this melancholic gamer haze I stay. Pixels and silence, that's all I